Chapter 1
It wasn’t the usual boring and eerie vibe; the atmosphere at the Millers was different that night. It was an ambience that felt coldly different from normal, or maybe w...
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"Do you even have what it takes to make me fall for you, ever?" Aria smirked, her eyes sparkling with wicked amusement as Dalton glared back, rage pulsing in his gaze. His rigid self-control, his unbending principles were no match for her intoxicating charm and newfound defiance. He was used to controlling everything, but she no longer played by his rules. Not anymore. Aria Hamilton had once been the perfect pawn—obedient, gentle, and conveniently invisible. Married off into the ruthless and powerful Miller family, her life became a cage built from wealth, cruelty, and secrets. Her husband despised her. The matriarch mocked her. The sisters treated her like dirt. No one expected her to fight back. But one morning changed everything. Aria walked into their grand dining room, stunning the entire family, not just with her bold new appearance, but with the crisp divorce papers she laid before Dalton. The timid girl they had once trampled had vanished. In her place stood a woman on fire—fearless, furious, and done being silent. Dalton refused to sign the papers. Maybe it was an obsession with the woman she was becoming - One he couldn’t understand… or control. "Why hold on to me if I disgust you so much?" she whispered with a smirk, her voice dripping with scorn, "Must be a demonic trait in your blood. Or is there something darker in you, Dalton, that feeds off ruining women like me?" She was no longer begging for a place at their table. She was ready to burn it all down. ***** "When did your heart turn so cold?"** Dalton growled, his voice low, breath ragged, "I will break through it. I will tame your body into surrender if I have to." But Aria didn't flinch, "Even if my body betrays me, my heart never will," she said coldly. It is frozen solid—and it will never beat for you." "I will have you, Aria. I will melt your heart." "Then pray it never beats again. Because even if it does... it won’t be yours."
It wasn’t the usual boring and eerie vibe; the atmosphere at the Millers was different that night. It was an ambience that felt coldly different from normal, or maybe w...